Disclaimer: Yes, they are mine *crazy laughter erupts until a smack on the
back of the head occurs* Fine! *Insulted* They're not mine, way to wreck
all my fun.
This is a creepy little story BASED ON a story I have read. It's not the same story, it's the same IDEA, so I'm not plagiarizing, and if the author of the other story reads this, I loved your idea, and I'm only borrowing it. And awaaaaaay we go!
Baby Blues
Chapter 1: It Begins
Margaret Houlihan woke, terrified, at a large crash of thunder. "God, make it stop," she cried, toying with the idea of visiting Hawkeye in the Swamp. He had always put her fears to rest. But an unusually loud clap of thunder, coupled with lightening that light up the sky as if it were day, forced her to huddle under the covers, hands over her ears, chanting "Go away, go away, go away!" she drifted back into an uneasy sleep.
When she woke up in the morning, everything was better. The rain dripped off leaves on the trees, the sun was shining brightly, and the birds sang loudly, their pretty noises filling all with joy. Or as much joy as could be experienced in hell.
Something was definitely wrong, though. It was 11:00, and no one had seen hide nor hair of Major Houlihan. She was always up at 6:05 on the dot, and the only time she hadn't been, was the time they thought she had been abducted. Even Hawkeye was awake, which was a rare occurrence. Yawning loudly, he decided to go wake the Major, even though it could be the last thing he ever did.
Knocking on the door of the tent, he got no response, so he invited himself in. there, on the creaky army issue cot, lay a child, of about 2 and ½. She had shoulder length blonde hair, and looked strangely familiar. But Hawkeye ruled out all other possibilities - and impossibilities, when the girl opened her eyes, revealing well-known, icy blue orbs. "M - m - Margaret?" Hawkeye gaped, wondering what the hell had happened. "What," the child snapped, in a slightly higher version of the Major's voice. "Are you doing in here?" Hawkeye just stared. "Have you looked in the mirror this morning?" he asked dully. Margaret climbed out of the cot, then looked around, wondering why everything seemed so high up. She turned, glancing in her mirror, and shrieked when she saw herself. Hawkeye snapped out of his daze, grabbing for her. "Hey, no need for that!" he exclaimed, as the little Major swiped at his outstretched hand with a paw full of sharp nails. "Ow!" he cried, holding back the swear words - because even though the child was Margaret, he had resolved never to swear in front of a child. He held his bleeding hand closer to his eyes. "What was that for?" he demanded, rather harshly. The blue eyes of the child standing before him filled with tears. "Don't yell at me!" she cried, sitting down on the floor. "Just leave me alone! Now!" she yelled, as Hawkeye paused, uncertain. He then bolted for the Swamp.
"Beej!" he shouted, nearly tearing the door off its hinges. But the Swamp was empty. Swearing under his breath, he remembered that BJ and - uh oh - Margaret had Post Op duty this morning. He dashed for the thankfully empty ward, spying BJ in the corner. Before he could get out a word, BJ exploded. "Where the hell is Margaret, anyways? She's the one who, last night, told me I'd better not be late, and she was supposed to be here 3 hours ago!" Hawkeye grabbed his angry friend. "You'd better come with me," he said. "Prepare to be astounded."
He knocked on the Major's door. "Come in, unless you're Pierce," came the childish voice from inside. BJ scowled. "You dragged me here because Sleeping Nasty has a pitch problem?" he asked furiously. Hawkeye rolled his eyes, then opened the door, pushing BJ in before him. The tiny girl turned around. "Pierce!" she shrieked. "I told you not to come in!" Hawkeye grinned. "I'm not Pierce, I'm Hawkeye," he retorted gleefully. Margaret stuck out her tongue, then narrowed her eyes at a disbelieving BJ. "What's HE here for?" she snapped. "Bringing more people to goggle at me?" BJ dropped to his knees. "She looks just like Erin," he marveled, a slight catch in his voice. "Just like her." He turned, staring up at Hawkeye. "What the hell happened?" he asked shakily. Hawkeye frowned. "Watch your language," he said. "You wouldn't swear in front of Erin, would you?" BJ grimaced, realizing what Hawkeye was saying.
Ignoring the two men, Margaret stretched up to her vanity table, managing to grab her hairbrush, running it through her golden locks. She set it down on the floor, not wanting to try to throw it back onto the table, and turned. "I suppose we should tell Colonel Potter," she said, straightening the fatigues that had shrunk with her, ignoring the fact she had worn them last night. Hawkeye nodded. "I'm gonna pick you up, ok?" he asked, slowly moving towards the little girl, who nodded warily. She gasped as he lifted her easily. "What?" he asked, wincing slightly as the little Major dug her nails into his shoulders. "You're so tall!" she said shakily, making a point of not looking down. Hawkeye ducked, as BJ held open the door, then straightened, heading towards the Colonel's office. Klinger sat at the desk in his/Radar's office, typing away. He stopped when the two captains entered, Hawkeye carrying Margaret. "Hi there, guys," he said cheerily. "Who's the little sweetheart?" He stood up, reaching out the tweak the little girl's nose. She pulled away, pressing her face into Hawkeye's chest. She knew who Klinger was, of course, but suddenly she felt afraid of him, for reasons she could not fathom.
"We need to see Colonel Potter," BJ told Klinger, who was looking slightly miffed that the child was afraid of him. "He's in his office," he responded, sitting down and beginning typing again. "Thanks, Klinger," Hawkeye replied, his voice filled with pain at Margaret's little claws, dug deep in his shoulders. He pushed his way into the Colonel's office backwards, not wanting to hit Margaret with the doors.
"Heloo, boys," Potter greeted them. He motioned to the chairs in front of his desk. BJ plopped into one, while Hawkeye slowly sank into the other, making sure not to frighten the little girl who clung to him like a baby koala. "Who's the little darlin'," he asked. BJ and Hawkeye looked at each other. "You're not going to believe this," Hawkeye said. "But it's Margaret."
There's chapter one! Now, I'm going to do something very childish, and say no more - unless I get at least 5 reviews. I know, it's mean, but I have a hunger for reviews I can't seem to shake. So, 5 at the least, or no more story!
This is a creepy little story BASED ON a story I have read. It's not the same story, it's the same IDEA, so I'm not plagiarizing, and if the author of the other story reads this, I loved your idea, and I'm only borrowing it. And awaaaaaay we go!
Baby Blues
Chapter 1: It Begins
Margaret Houlihan woke, terrified, at a large crash of thunder. "God, make it stop," she cried, toying with the idea of visiting Hawkeye in the Swamp. He had always put her fears to rest. But an unusually loud clap of thunder, coupled with lightening that light up the sky as if it were day, forced her to huddle under the covers, hands over her ears, chanting "Go away, go away, go away!" she drifted back into an uneasy sleep.
When she woke up in the morning, everything was better. The rain dripped off leaves on the trees, the sun was shining brightly, and the birds sang loudly, their pretty noises filling all with joy. Or as much joy as could be experienced in hell.
Something was definitely wrong, though. It was 11:00, and no one had seen hide nor hair of Major Houlihan. She was always up at 6:05 on the dot, and the only time she hadn't been, was the time they thought she had been abducted. Even Hawkeye was awake, which was a rare occurrence. Yawning loudly, he decided to go wake the Major, even though it could be the last thing he ever did.
Knocking on the door of the tent, he got no response, so he invited himself in. there, on the creaky army issue cot, lay a child, of about 2 and ½. She had shoulder length blonde hair, and looked strangely familiar. But Hawkeye ruled out all other possibilities - and impossibilities, when the girl opened her eyes, revealing well-known, icy blue orbs. "M - m - Margaret?" Hawkeye gaped, wondering what the hell had happened. "What," the child snapped, in a slightly higher version of the Major's voice. "Are you doing in here?" Hawkeye just stared. "Have you looked in the mirror this morning?" he asked dully. Margaret climbed out of the cot, then looked around, wondering why everything seemed so high up. She turned, glancing in her mirror, and shrieked when she saw herself. Hawkeye snapped out of his daze, grabbing for her. "Hey, no need for that!" he exclaimed, as the little Major swiped at his outstretched hand with a paw full of sharp nails. "Ow!" he cried, holding back the swear words - because even though the child was Margaret, he had resolved never to swear in front of a child. He held his bleeding hand closer to his eyes. "What was that for?" he demanded, rather harshly. The blue eyes of the child standing before him filled with tears. "Don't yell at me!" she cried, sitting down on the floor. "Just leave me alone! Now!" she yelled, as Hawkeye paused, uncertain. He then bolted for the Swamp.
"Beej!" he shouted, nearly tearing the door off its hinges. But the Swamp was empty. Swearing under his breath, he remembered that BJ and - uh oh - Margaret had Post Op duty this morning. He dashed for the thankfully empty ward, spying BJ in the corner. Before he could get out a word, BJ exploded. "Where the hell is Margaret, anyways? She's the one who, last night, told me I'd better not be late, and she was supposed to be here 3 hours ago!" Hawkeye grabbed his angry friend. "You'd better come with me," he said. "Prepare to be astounded."
He knocked on the Major's door. "Come in, unless you're Pierce," came the childish voice from inside. BJ scowled. "You dragged me here because Sleeping Nasty has a pitch problem?" he asked furiously. Hawkeye rolled his eyes, then opened the door, pushing BJ in before him. The tiny girl turned around. "Pierce!" she shrieked. "I told you not to come in!" Hawkeye grinned. "I'm not Pierce, I'm Hawkeye," he retorted gleefully. Margaret stuck out her tongue, then narrowed her eyes at a disbelieving BJ. "What's HE here for?" she snapped. "Bringing more people to goggle at me?" BJ dropped to his knees. "She looks just like Erin," he marveled, a slight catch in his voice. "Just like her." He turned, staring up at Hawkeye. "What the hell happened?" he asked shakily. Hawkeye frowned. "Watch your language," he said. "You wouldn't swear in front of Erin, would you?" BJ grimaced, realizing what Hawkeye was saying.
Ignoring the two men, Margaret stretched up to her vanity table, managing to grab her hairbrush, running it through her golden locks. She set it down on the floor, not wanting to try to throw it back onto the table, and turned. "I suppose we should tell Colonel Potter," she said, straightening the fatigues that had shrunk with her, ignoring the fact she had worn them last night. Hawkeye nodded. "I'm gonna pick you up, ok?" he asked, slowly moving towards the little girl, who nodded warily. She gasped as he lifted her easily. "What?" he asked, wincing slightly as the little Major dug her nails into his shoulders. "You're so tall!" she said shakily, making a point of not looking down. Hawkeye ducked, as BJ held open the door, then straightened, heading towards the Colonel's office. Klinger sat at the desk in his/Radar's office, typing away. He stopped when the two captains entered, Hawkeye carrying Margaret. "Hi there, guys," he said cheerily. "Who's the little sweetheart?" He stood up, reaching out the tweak the little girl's nose. She pulled away, pressing her face into Hawkeye's chest. She knew who Klinger was, of course, but suddenly she felt afraid of him, for reasons she could not fathom.
"We need to see Colonel Potter," BJ told Klinger, who was looking slightly miffed that the child was afraid of him. "He's in his office," he responded, sitting down and beginning typing again. "Thanks, Klinger," Hawkeye replied, his voice filled with pain at Margaret's little claws, dug deep in his shoulders. He pushed his way into the Colonel's office backwards, not wanting to hit Margaret with the doors.
"Heloo, boys," Potter greeted them. He motioned to the chairs in front of his desk. BJ plopped into one, while Hawkeye slowly sank into the other, making sure not to frighten the little girl who clung to him like a baby koala. "Who's the little darlin'," he asked. BJ and Hawkeye looked at each other. "You're not going to believe this," Hawkeye said. "But it's Margaret."
There's chapter one! Now, I'm going to do something very childish, and say no more - unless I get at least 5 reviews. I know, it's mean, but I have a hunger for reviews I can't seem to shake. So, 5 at the least, or no more story!